Championship Pop Bottles-
Birdman f/t Lil Wayne Lyrics

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
We are celebrating like we just won a championship game.

Look like I got on a championship ring
I am wearing a championship ring as if I just won a championship.

'Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder
We party harder than anyone else.

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
I am Birdman, and Jadakiss is J.R.ah.

As I recline behind my desk
I'm sitting and relaxing at my desk.

I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks
I don't have a lot of shoes, but I get a lot of money.

Got my own shoe brand, new on the set
I have my own shoe brand and it's doing well.

Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet
I went from being in jail to travelling on a private jet.

From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet
I used to use the bathroom in jail, now I'm living the life.

I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets
I've lost friends, but I've also won a lot of bets.

I made too much money, but I ain't make enough yet
I've made a lot of money, but I still want more.

So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the best
I kept working hard and my son is the best.

So many niggas from my hood on they back
A lot of people from my neighborhood are struggling.

So many niggas from your hood on they back
A lot of people from your neighborhood are struggling.

That's why we so paid and it be like that
We are wealthy because we work hard.

I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a Gat
I prefer to drink champagne instead of using a gun.

Yeah only sipping red champagne
We're only drinking red champagne.

White tee red hat red bandanna
I'm wearing a white t-shirt, red hat, and red bandanna.

Uptown, choppers for companions
In my neighborhood, we have guns for protection.

Fuckin' with the Birdman then we fuck up your companion
If you mess with me, I'll harm your friend.

Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion
If you mess with my son, we will invade your house.

Chopper make music, bitch start dancin'
Gunshots sound like music and make people scared.

Stunna man back so you know the circumstances
I, the Birdman, am back and you know what that means.

And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3, no advances
I'm working on the Carter 3 album without any financial advances.

All my cars automated, automatic
All of my cars are automated and drive themselves.

No lie we don't even drive no Astons
Believe it or not, we don't even drive Aston Martins.

Uptown we packin' and we stackin'
In my neighborhood, we carry guns and make money.

Young Money, Cash Money we the champions
My record label, Young Money Cash Money, is the best.